Some think hell is a barren wasteland, spotted with flames. Others think hell is a blood-stained torture chamber, grand in scale and horrid in decor. Still others think hell is an endless white expanse, where the isolation drives one into an abyss of madness.
But I have seen hell.
It doesn’t look like any of that.
It looks like this.
Some think that Hell is filled with only the sound of anguished screams and the laughter of countless demons.
Others think it is completely silent, designed to push you to the brink of insanity with its eternal emptiness.